This is the sight of people not sea-watching. A bit of chatting, a bit of sleeping, a bit of impromptu sporting action, with balancing contests, stone-lifting, some running, and maybe even some jumping off the arch and into the sea - I'm not sure if this ever happened as not being the being the sporty type, I excused myself and went off and to spend some quality time with Fulmars. When sea-watching is slow, it is very slow indeed, and rarely in my experience does it pick up and go from zero to hero, or whatever the appropriate saying might be. If the winds are no good, the winds are no good. Of course people will say that the big one can go by in any conditions, flat calm even, and I'm sure that's true. But for your maximum chance of the monster, or at the very least, the big counts of quality birds, you need the weather to be on your side. Am I moaning again? Maybe. Luck of the draw, a lottery. You win some, you lose some. Funnily enough until about ten days ago I would have said I was a winner. Now I reckon I'm a massive loser! Of course many people have been saying that for years......
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